In the Still of the Moment

In the Still of the Moment

That Moment when the fog begins to lift.

There is stillness in the air,  there is silence all around.

The forest is quiet, as if nature is still in slumber

Then ever so softly the sun begins to nudge holes through the misty vapours and the earth begins to warm.

Shadows and sun beams find their way through dense woods and the forest floor seems to vibrate with movement.

The first chirps of birds as if freed from forced silence, squirrels give themselves permission to scurry and scavenge again and a woodpecker works feverishly boring holes in tree bark for fresh crawlers

The stillness of the moment is replaced with a flurry of commotion as nature carries on in it’s pursuit of existence

Thank you for reading

Live Love Laugh

Catherine

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Find Something Amazing to Talk about

I had a friend recently send me a message asking why he had not seen any recent stories from me.  I never answered Joe’s message, for the same reason I have not written.   I just have not had much to say.  Thank you, Joe, for reminding me to stop and write.

And perhaps it took today and spending it with my dear friend Lorraine to remind me that it is the little things that do matter.

And while the whole world seems to be teetering on the edge of a something drastic waiting to happen there is something amazing in everyday to talk about.

Today was amazing because in the midst of a sunny day, black clouds and a storm tumbled in but then in mere minutes it was gone and the blue skies opened up again.  So, similar to life that it was impossible not to make the comparisons

Today was amazing because our secret spot for watching Eagles did not let us down and hundreds of this majestic bird soared over ahead.  To have them so close to you, you can hear their flapping winds and the power in their soar.

Did you know that a group of Eagles is called a “Convocation” or “Brood”?   Strange as “Convocation” also means a large gathering of people brought together for an assembly. And the word “Brood” can also mean, to think deeply about something that makes one unhappy. No idea how they came to be associated with the Eagles I think they deserve something more stately then these two words to describe them.

Today was amazing because on our travels we noticed a hawk on a sign post, so we pulled over to marvel in it’s beauty.  The hawk trusted Lorraine so much that she was able to get within a few feet of the bird with nothing more then curious stares between the two of them.

Today was amazing because we saw Colonies of Herons working together to build their nests. Handing the other pieces of grass and leaves from beak to beak, to make just the right home for their young.  Did you know that a group of Herons is called a “Siege” Strange yet again because “Siege” can mean a prolonged period of misfortune, police or military action?  Who named these things?

Today was amazing because among the chaos of hectic work days, imposing winter storms that won’t let up, haggard and tired people that are mad at everyone, today it was sunny and the sun warmed every part of my being and reminded me that life is truly amazing.

Inspired to write again,

Catherine

I have included the link to Lorraine’s Photography Blog you may want to check it out to get a glimpse of the world through her lens   Beauty in photos

 

 

 

In awe of the fall

 There is something healing and energizing about sitting under a tree with the wind blowing through the bows just enough to drop pine needles and coloured leaves all around you, hiding out from the rain but still immersed in nature…..  Everyone has long since run indoors, even the chipmunks and squirrels have taken coverimg_6571.  But here we sit in awe of the sounds……

The birds have stopped chirping so the only echoes we hear now is the heavy rain as it picks up energy and moves through the trees The rhythm of drops that slip down between the branches, landing on exposed skin and rain jackets, one drop then two then a few more creating a steady beat,  a drumming sound

Listening with all senses the sounds of the rain, the wind through the trees the rhythm of escaped rain drops, a small miniature outdoor orchestra of music

 A sense of letting go, of releasing thoughts, worries and troubles if only for a moment….

The quiet and the peace, simply in awe of the fall

Catherine

The draw of the ocean

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Watching the ocean hour of hour how quickly the time passes.  I thought it was mere minutes but realized I had lost track of time 

Mesmerizing ……..with each new gust of wind the patterns on the water change from calm to stormy…. from small ripples to large rolling waves . The ocean looks like a painter had a hand in its creative beauty with varying lines of colour.

Scanning looking from the shoreline then out to the horizon where mountain meets sea meets sky and then back to shore again.

In deep thoughts of what lies beneath the ocean that I see.  A family of otters, seals and their pups diving deep for the oceans bounty I have been blessed to witness and watch

A pod of orca fishing for food their spouts of water shooting up on the air, the echoing sound as they pause for a breath of air before diving down deep again  for their bounty beneath the sea .

All at arm’s length from my shore to my sea.

I will miss this place my summer get away. I will dream, I will plan and I will envision a life here one day for to dream it is to make it happen

Thank you for reading Live Love and Laugh

Catherine

 

Laundry – Back to My Roots

First rocks and now laundry…. Do you get a sense I have been in need for the simpler things in life?

The morning here is slightly overcast. The sun and the ocean marine layer are fighting with each other for space in the sky.  For now the marine layer wins out and the winds toss around a fine mist so gentle you wonder if it is mist at all.

Saturday morning laundry is one of the chores we did as children and it was one of my favorite ones.  I simply love laundry.  I love the idea of the dirty clothes going in and then coming out with that clean smell (all natural lavender and rosemary soap of course).   The aromatic smell of clean clothes awe…….

Today,  just like when I was a child I get to hang my laundry outside.  Back then, way back then I used to wait in anticipation for the washer to finish anxious to get the clothes on line. Today was that day, the one that took me back to those moments.

Try to imagine a breeze blowing off the ocean the shorebirds and seagulls calling out to one another, the winds rustling through the trees and me hanging sweet smelling laundry just like my mom taught me

I took my time hanging everything just right so that it would dry with that crisp outside feeling, wishing that I had more to wash, more to hang and more moments like this in my life.

I think if there is a heaven this moment, this feeling must be part of it,

Thank you for reading and being part of my journey

Catherine

 

 

 

Ocean Rocks- Relaxation Therapy

My fascination with ocean rocks may bore some, but can keep me fascinated for hours.

My attempt  at building  rock formations  fails  in comparison to most , but even my feeble attempts  bring me to a place of solace and calm as I  try to get one rock to connect to another. Teetering and close to falling but yet hanging on with a slight touch of my hand.

The elation when the rock structure holds and the big awe when they tumble down.

Searching for just the right rock in a seashore that is made up only of rocks is part the fun, just the right shape and size for the base of the structure, different weights and shapes, allow the minutes to pass over me like the waves hitting the shore. With each new find and new wave a little less stress and a lot more calm

I am amazed at how each rock holds a different colour , pattern or texture and how years and years of being tossed around in the salty ocean have formed what they have become and will become.

How different they look as the tide comes to take them away.  Now immersed in water their colours patterns and true personalities emerge.

Thousands and thousands of rocks each with their own story

And just as I finish my rock art,   a seal swims by, pops it head up to take a look at what I am convinced is admiration of my work

My therapy today
Thank you for reading as I journey through Life, Love and Laughter

Catherine